As they passed the old Public Museum, a chill ran up Roland's spine. He knew it was a bad idea to pass by as the Fighting Phils were stationed there. They watched as the group walked past, never saying a word. Roland had heard stories of their brawls with the Crawleys and the twisted things they'd do to their captors. Story goes they had torture dungeons set up in the Museum, which they'd they use not only to get information, but for fun. Granted, these were just the drunken rumors of a bunch of bar flies, but one thing was for certain, The Phils had been fighting the Crawleys for so long they'd forgotten what the fight was even about. Needless to say, Roland knew that avoiding them was probably their best bet. They wouldn't get physical if provoked, or so he hoped.
Once they had cleared the museum, the faint sounds of a struggle could be heard followed by the piercing sound of a woman's scream that cut through the air like a knife through warm butter. Bindi and Marvis, still incredible groggy weren't as alarmed as Brad and Roland had been. Roland hadn't necessarily been best friends with this group, but he liked Brad for his sense of good and evil, not to mention how useful he was, so it was no surprise those two took the charge to follow the scream. The scream got more pronounced and louder.
“I'll take point,” Brad said. “You sit back and watch my back.” I nodded in agreement. Brad holstered his blades and began to sneak up to the event. Roland was very impressed to say the least to see a man of Brad's stature sneak as effortlessly as someone of Marv's size. Brad could see the event and saw that the woman being attacked was an elderly hispanic woman and she was being kicked by three armed thugs.
Brad snuck back and reported to us. Right around then was when Bindi and Marvis got themselves up and ready to fight. You could tell by the look in their eye they would rather be resting still against a tree, but once Marvis found out it was an elderly hispanic woman, he jumped into gear. Marvis thought about his home life and the old hispanic woman that raised him. Roland had never seen Marvis so focused in a fight before. Brad was no good with guns so he handed Roland the Spring Gun for their approach. Roland felt very indifferent about this unwieldy machine, but thought it looked far more intimidating that a normal pistol, so he thought maybe it would scare them away.
They made their approach is a four person flank, similar to the fighting lines utilized in the Civil War. They had hoped to show the extent of their man power would make the thugs cower in fear, so they chose this strategy over guerrilla warfare . One thug, who was named Sam, saw the group. “Hey, Ronnie. Lookit these clowns ova here.”
Ronnie, who had a baseball bat, turned his attention and saw the approaching group. “You best be getting' the hell out of here. This ain't your business and no one has to get hurt.” The group still approached steadily, holding their ground. “Come on, you ain't want none of this. My bat, Sammy's gun and Jimmy's knucks, man. You won't make it.”
As the group continued Roland held up his Spring Gun in an attempt to intimidate the group, and to distract them long enough that Marvis could try and take a shot with Roland's old pistol. Marvis aimed his shot carefully and let it ring out true and free. Sadly, it had missed it's target completely. The three thugs began to laugh, which sent sweet little Bindi into an internal tailspin. She aimed her bow and quickly took a shot and struck Sam's knee cap. Sam fell to the ground screaming loudly. The type of scream that would pierce your ears and cripple you.
“You son of a bitch!” Ronnie called out and charged straight for Bindi with his baseball bat aimed straight for her. He swung wildly and struck her right in her side, but luckily for her, the leather jacket she wore took most the impact of the hit and she was, for the most part, fine.
At that moment, Roland saw Sam struggling to get up and fire his gun. He was the most dangerous.. Roland saw what he had to do, and instead of loading up the Spring Gun with a rock or brick, he unholstered his new Pistol, took clear aim and fired. The shot rang out, and time almost ceased to exist for the few moments it took to hit it's mark. Then, without warning, Sam's entire chest blew out. Not a single sound escaped him. He kneeled for a second, then fell to the ground. Blood oozing from the large hole in his chest.
Brad was seriously off his game. Normally with a knife Brad was like a skilled surgeon, and was always the one they could rely on. However, he took two large swings and Ronnie dodged the first one and the second barely grazed him. A look of shock and awe was painted on Brad's face, but before he could speak Bindi took aim with her new crossbow and fired. The arrow, as if possessed by another being, flew straight and got Ronnie right in the mouth, but the impact sent him flying backwards spread eagle. Everyone involved in this fight stood and watched for a moment in complete silence, unsure what they had just seen. Roland's eyes were unable to move. He was almost in a daze, but they quickly focused back to the events and while Jimmy stood dazed as he looked upon two of his friends dead on the ground, Roland aimed for Jimmy's head and the slug fired out when he pulled the trigger. Within seconds, Jimmy's head exploded from the close range shot.
Once they had cleared the museum, the faint sounds of a struggle could be heard followed by the piercing sound of a woman's scream that cut through the air like a knife through warm butter. Bindi and Marvis, still incredible groggy weren't as alarmed as Brad and Roland had been. Roland hadn't necessarily been best friends with this group, but he liked Brad for his sense of good and evil, not to mention how useful he was, so it was no surprise those two took the charge to follow the scream. The scream got more pronounced and louder.
“I'll take point,” Brad said. “You sit back and watch my back.” I nodded in agreement. Brad holstered his blades and began to sneak up to the event. Roland was very impressed to say the least to see a man of Brad's stature sneak as effortlessly as someone of Marv's size. Brad could see the event and saw that the woman being attacked was an elderly hispanic woman and she was being kicked by three armed thugs.
Brad snuck back and reported to us. Right around then was when Bindi and Marvis got themselves up and ready to fight. You could tell by the look in their eye they would rather be resting still against a tree, but once Marvis found out it was an elderly hispanic woman, he jumped into gear. Marvis thought about his home life and the old hispanic woman that raised him. Roland had never seen Marvis so focused in a fight before. Brad was no good with guns so he handed Roland the Spring Gun for their approach. Roland felt very indifferent about this unwieldy machine, but thought it looked far more intimidating that a normal pistol, so he thought maybe it would scare them away.
They made their approach is a four person flank, similar to the fighting lines utilized in the Civil War. They had hoped to show the extent of their man power would make the thugs cower in fear, so they chose this strategy over guerrilla warfare . One thug, who was named Sam, saw the group. “Hey, Ronnie. Lookit these clowns ova here.”
Ronnie, who had a baseball bat, turned his attention and saw the approaching group. “You best be getting' the hell out of here. This ain't your business and no one has to get hurt.” The group still approached steadily, holding their ground. “Come on, you ain't want none of this. My bat, Sammy's gun and Jimmy's knucks, man. You won't make it.”
As the group continued Roland held up his Spring Gun in an attempt to intimidate the group, and to distract them long enough that Marvis could try and take a shot with Roland's old pistol. Marvis aimed his shot carefully and let it ring out true and free. Sadly, it had missed it's target completely. The three thugs began to laugh, which sent sweet little Bindi into an internal tailspin. She aimed her bow and quickly took a shot and struck Sam's knee cap. Sam fell to the ground screaming loudly. The type of scream that would pierce your ears and cripple you.
“You son of a bitch!” Ronnie called out and charged straight for Bindi with his baseball bat aimed straight for her. He swung wildly and struck her right in her side, but luckily for her, the leather jacket she wore took most the impact of the hit and she was, for the most part, fine.
At that moment, Roland saw Sam struggling to get up and fire his gun. He was the most dangerous.. Roland saw what he had to do, and instead of loading up the Spring Gun with a rock or brick, he unholstered his new Pistol, took clear aim and fired. The shot rang out, and time almost ceased to exist for the few moments it took to hit it's mark. Then, without warning, Sam's entire chest blew out. Not a single sound escaped him. He kneeled for a second, then fell to the ground. Blood oozing from the large hole in his chest.
Brad was seriously off his game. Normally with a knife Brad was like a skilled surgeon, and was always the one they could rely on. However, he took two large swings and Ronnie dodged the first one and the second barely grazed him. A look of shock and awe was painted on Brad's face, but before he could speak Bindi took aim with her new crossbow and fired. The arrow, as if possessed by another being, flew straight and got Ronnie right in the mouth, but the impact sent him flying backwards spread eagle. Everyone involved in this fight stood and watched for a moment in complete silence, unsure what they had just seen. Roland's eyes were unable to move. He was almost in a daze, but they quickly focused back to the events and while Jimmy stood dazed as he looked upon two of his friends dead on the ground, Roland aimed for Jimmy's head and the slug fired out when he pulled the trigger. Within seconds, Jimmy's head exploded from the close range shot.